The Day He Was Reborn

September 25, 2013 at 5:39am
(A TRIBUTE TO THE LATE PROF. KOFI AWOONOR)

My tears curdled the sun to sleep
Yet it kept vigil all night
Watching the moon as it took to the sky
The solar light source felt warm
In its own angst and lamentation
As the lunar god wailed
With much desperation till it quivered in cold air
That was the day darkness clouded
A life for which we will ever be thankful and proud
The cock crowed twice
Yet it resounded a dozen times
In my ears with inescapable echoes
The worst amongst man's fears
Now says cheers to one who was endeared
After life held him for seventy-eight years

If only death could be near
I would have slaughtered it
Ridding it off its cold icy hands
That never stays at rest but always prowls
You took a treasure away
But remained powerless
For your efforts to take away pleasurable memories proved futile
His name stands erect in bright ink
On our mind's tablets
And his love will sink deeper into our hearts' deepest bottom
''Owuo aankum Awoonor
W'awu no fofor)
Awuor aa 3b3ma nedin akron''
He is reborn
The black narrator lives on
We will uphold his legacy
And make mention of him as one who is close amongst us
He journeys into eternity where life is timeless
He sojourns to a land where his exploits are needed
Living us with his legendary
He is reborn into the indelible parts of history's annals


©Poet Seth Boss Kay (Bismark S. Opoku-Univ.Of Gh. Legon) @25/9/2013